More than ten feet above the sea, a beam of blue-purple light was flickering wildly.

"I want to return to the city as soon as possible to inform the brothers left behind about this, and I must immediately arrange a back road."

Tong Huyun's face turned pale, and he thought secretly in fear.

His natal weapon had been destroyed, and there was no point in continuing to stay on the battlefield.

The black-faced man's supernatural powers definitely surpassed those in the late Yuan Dan period, and he had to defend desperately with a sword.

If he had another sword, he would have died at his doorstep today.

Now, he can only pray that the Qi Yuansan people can drag the situation with one enemy and two enemies, and give him time for the Tong family to retreat.

"It's a pity that Tong has worked hard to cultivate the spirit beast for half his life."

Tong Huyun was bitter and hateful, gritting his teeth.

That butterfly slave, although he was an ordinary Heavenly Demon bloodline, but he started cultivating from the first order, and it cost him hundreds of thousands of spirit stones before and after.

And the five-headed sheep's horn beetle used in the meat wall is a rare and precious ancient worm, and it was not easy for all of them to advance to the peak of the second order.

He had hoped that one of the beetles would break through the third order and become the king of insects.

At that time, he will be able to develop towards the formidable insect cultivation, and once he has great supernatural powers.

But looking at the current situation, including Butterfly Slave, it will soon be explained.

This also means that most of the belongings he has accumulated have shrunk in an instant.

And lost the Weeping Blood Fierce Butterfly, he was reduced to the weakest Yuandan monk at once, such a huge contrast made Tong Huyun's heart full of hatred, and the seeds of revenge took root and sprouted.

"Fifty miles to go."

The building of the ferry port gradually came into view, and Tong Huyun finally showed a trace of the expression of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

The first target of Di Yaoxian and the others should be Qi Yuan Sanren, and there were no monks behind them to chase after them.

But at the same time, he was relaxed but he didn't dare to be careless, and his divine sense swept around again and again, beware of being attacked by others.

However, about forty zhang at the bottom of the sea, a huge current fluctuated frequently, closely following the light in mid-air.

The movement of this piece was strictly concealed by Chen Ping's vast divine sense, and with Tong Yunhu's methods, all he detected was just an illusion of calm.

Just when the blue purple light was only thirty miles away from the ferry, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the bottom of the sea.

The next moment, a golden-black giant that almost covered most of the sky floated on the waves, just bent its legs and jumped, the violent fishy stench drifted out, and a huge force smashed towards the light.

Tong Huyun above was suddenly shocked, his figure flashed, and he rushed out hundreds of zhang away, and with the blessing of a few drops of essence blood, his speed was a little faster than before.

But the seemingly slow-moving giant actually stopped, and with an arch of its abdomen, a black and blue arm burst out and shot to Tong Huyun's side like lightning.

In a panic, the few defensive talismans he crushed were of no avail, and the "bang" and "bang" were smashed with a punch as simple as a mosquito.

"Third-Order Spider Demon Puppet! You are Haichang Chen ......"

This was followed by a scream of extreme fright, but he stopped in the middle of the road without saying a word.

When the demon arm automatically bounced back into its abdomen, the spider demon puppet opened its bloody mouth, and held Tong Huyun, whose breath had been dispersed and fell rapidly, in a mouth full of slime, and then flapped its small and delicate wings and returned to the battlefield domineeringly.

"The spider demon puppet who punched in the abdomen and sneaked attack, you are Chen Ping of Haichang Island!"

Qi Yuansanren, who was fighting with Di Yaoxian, after seeing Tong Huyun's body falling, his eyes shrank fiercely, and he said what he had not said completely.

No wonder Di Yaoxian dared to take the initiative to provoke the Tong family, and originally invited a strong reinforcement.

This newcomer Yuan Dan, who was born in a small sea area, can be said to be in the limelight in recent years, and his reputation in the cultivation world of Liulihai hundreds of thousands of miles away has skyrocketed.

In addition to his own supernatural powers, the third-order puppet mastered by this person also made all the cultivators talk about it.

It is rumored that the Wood and Stone Saint died under the sneak attack of the puppet.

After Qi Yuan heard about it a few years ago, he didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was probably a false rumor.

After all, the Wood and Stone Saint was one of the three major loose cultivators on the same level as him, how could he be killed by a third-order mid-grade puppet?

But the facts are in front of you, and Tong Huyun's fall without the power to fight back means that this is by no means an ordinary puppet.

Chen Ping came all the way from afar to intervene in the dispute over the Dao system of Liulihai, and there is a reasonable explanation at this moment.

As far as he knew, Di Yaoxian had participated in the battle of exterminating the clan on Kongming Island, and may have established a certain trust with Chen Ping.

It is not surprising that standing up for an old friend and fighting grievances is a common occurrence in the cultivation world.

It's ridiculous that he has been plotting with the Tong family for more than ten days, and even took Yang Fanying of the Smelting Fire Alliance into account.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was Chen Ping, who was several times more difficult to help Cangji Sect.

"Di Lao'er has the strength of close to half-step Jindan, Chen Ping should not be much weaker than him, the two of them join forces, I'm afraid it's not very comfortable, if you can't do anything, it's the best policy to get out and run away."

Qi Yuan's mind was in a hurry, and the idea of avoiding the war arose, anyway, the treasures of the Tong family had been taken into his pocket.

However, abandoning the Tong family will definitely violate the thick blood contract signed by the two parties, and it will inevitably suffer a strong backlash.

Therefore, Qi Yuan is still a little wavering at present.

"The abominable Seven Phoenix Chamber of Commerce!"

Calling Qi Yuan and Tong Huyun to break their heels, Chen Ping was not surprised while scolding.

Under the unsparing propaganda of the Seven Phoenix Chamber of Commerce, his identity as a physical cultivator, sword cultivator, and puppet master can no longer be hidden from the world.

Qi Yuan's ability to reveal his way through only a puppet is the best proof of this.

Fortunately, he changed his face this time, and he didn't think that he could hide his true identity.

Because Qi Yuan's old Taoist powers are strong, getting rid of him will inevitably expose a lot of hole cards.

"Whew!"

The Weeping Blood Fierce Butterfly suddenly shook its body, and suddenly with a terrible scream, it fell straight down from the air, and curled up on the way down, and the blood mist on the surface of its body dimmed by half, as if it had been hit hard.

With the fall of Tong Huyun, the imprint in this butterfly demon soul was suddenly dispersed, which triggered the backlash of the secret art.

Monks raise spirit beasts, and they usually plant all kinds of restraints and prohibitions.

Tong Huyun's beast control methods are far from domineering.

In the circle of high-level soul tamers, what prevails is the Taicang Blood Pact made with the essence blood of Jindan monks as a medium.

After signing the Taicang blood contract, as long as the master's soul is destroyed, the imprisoned spirit beast will also die immediately, and it is extremely ruthless.

Chen Ping had planned to buy a Taicang Blood Deed to control the mysterious Xuanfei from a strange origin.

"Boom!"

The Weeping Blood Butterfly plunged headlong into the bottom of the sea, causing a splash of water.

But after a breath, the butterfly found that it had regained its freedom, and with excitement it opened its mouth and roared wildly, driven by a great wit, and rushed out of the sea a few miles away, and fled without hesitation.

"The butterfly demon in the early stage of the third order still wants to sneak out of the Five Finger Mountain of this seat?"

Chen Ping's expression remained unchanged, and he gave an order to the Spider King lightly.

The Spider King puppet then turned around, and the demon shadow chased after him.

Although the Weeping Blood Fierce Butterfly is a flying demon beast, it is seriously injured and dying at the moment, and its speed cannot play fifty percent of the original, and it is blocked by the Spider King after a while.

Seeing this, Chen Ping chuckled and completely relieved.

The puppet is a dead thing, driven by spirit stones, which greatly restrains the toxin magic power of the butterfly demon.

There is no variability at all in the two fighting methods.

After quickly solving the two little guys who were in the way, Chen Ping, who was free, naturally focused his eyes on Di Yaoxian's side.

I saw that the sea of fire formed by the Jiuyang True Fire Comb covered the sky and the sun, enveloping the old Dao of Qiyuan.

In this space where the fire spiritual power is wanton, there is a shining land, no matter how violently the sea of fire erodes, it will not help.

In that area, it was as if there was a spirit ship floating in the huge waves, even if it was small compared to the outside environment, there was no danger of the ship being overturned and destroyed.

Casting the illusion of true eyes and staring intently, Chen Ping found that Qi Yuan Lao Dao's side was filled with a very large and pure water spiritual power, which not only resisted the Jiuyang True Fire at all times, but even had the strength to fight back.

And the source of this endless water spiritual power was the beads around him, each of which had a different shape, releasing circles of rich blue light into the surroundings.

If you look closer, there are as many as fifty-six pieces.

"The product of the Strange Sect?"

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and said uncertainly.

Those dozens of beads had a strange aura, not like magic weapons, or strange treasures.

It is reported that Qi Yuan is good at the art of Qi Sect, and often makes some ingenious and strange treasures for sale.

This outstanding trail skill is also one of the cornerstones of his achievement of the half-step golden pill.

"Humph!"

Seeing Qi Yuan's understatement, Di Yaoxian's face sank, and he aimed at the Jiuyang True Fire Comb and squirted a few mouthfuls of essence blood.

The flying comb immediately burst red, and the sea of fire began to faintly have silver runes tumbling and flashing, and the temperature of the nearby space rose more than ten times, and there was an incredible heat everywhere.

"Di Lao'er is going to fight hard."

Qi Yuan's heart moved slightly, and waves of scorching fire rushed like a tsunami, and the air near him was dotted with red light, and countless red flames as big as beans burned out of thin air.

With him as the center, it was as if the sea under his feet had been completely ignited.

Qi Yuan smiled coldly, ignoring this vision, but took a deep breath, and one by one water dragons coiled out of the dantian and accurately shot into the fifty-six water droplets.

Then, the beads of water flashed brightly, revealing a blue arch-shaped shield.

Qi Yuan's heart was not panicked, Di Yaoxian used this blow beyond his strength, it was blessed with essence blood, and when the effect passed, it was the time for him to counterattack.

"Wow"

"Wow"

The sea of fire was like clouds blown by a storm, quickly converging to form a huge vortex.

Immediately, a huge firebird more than ten feet long spread its wings and flew out.

As soon as this firebird appeared, the red flames on its body rolled, and the red flames that had just emerged shot at it like moths throwing fire, and then disappeared into the body one after another.

"Go."

After pushing the firebird, Di Yaoxian gasped and struggled to land.

Obviously, the cost of this spell is extraordinary.

And the firebird was prompted by the seal, and the roar in its mouth continued, and the flames on its body rose several feet, and it flew straight towards Qi Yuan with a fierce momentum.

Qi Yuan's face did not change, and he made a gesture of picking flowers, and the azure arch stretched out straight, like a leather whip, and it was drawn down to the firebird.

After a loud bang, the two spells collided together, whether it was the spiritual water or the spiritual flame on the arch, a strange sound of "crackling" and "crackling" erupted under the contact, which was really incompatible with water and fire.

The two extremely opposite spiritual powers caused a violent reaction, devouring each other.

In the small form of the arch, it did not fall behind in the confrontation with the huge body of the firebird.

The battle situation fell into a stalemate, Chen Ping naturally would not sit idly by, the pure yang sword was closed behind his back, his toes were a little heavier, and a bunch of green mangs appeared in his hand.

By the time he got closer to the sea of fire, that beam of sword qi had already turned into a vivid stegosaurus.

Qi Yuan majored in water attribute exercises, and the batch of beads he refined also contained great water spiritual power, Chen Ping's realm was two small steps lower than this person, and the five elements were mutually reinforcing, and attacking him with fire-based supernatural powers was purely self-inflicted.

"This son's sword intent is incomparably strong, and it must not be hard-connected."

The divine sense swept the trail of the sword light, Qi Yuan frowned, and the cuff pushed down fiercely, shooting out a milky white bead.

He had long suspected that Chen Ping was a sword cultivator of the third realm, and of course he didn't dare to let the sword slash in front of him easily.

Although he has never seen the power of the unity of human and sword, he has never seen it with his own eyes, but in ancient books, this method is extremely respected, and he bluntly said that the third step of sword cultivation is invincible at the same level.

Even if this statement is exaggerated, it is not unfounded.

That Jin Rui Island Sword Cultivator Jin Zhaoheng ranked sixth on the rookie list, only under Chen Ping and a few Lan Yue True Legends, which can be seen from this.

The smashed beads were white and flawless, exuding a dazzling white glow, which made Chen Ping's sword light stagnate slightly, as if it had pressed a hundred-zhang high mountain, and kept sinking.

This bead is the natal dao weapon that Qiyuan Sanren has been practicing for more than two hundred years, the Yuehua Treasure Bead, and seeing that the situation is not good at this moment, he directly sacrificed it.

Chen Ping wondered in his heart, Qi Yuan Lao Dao seemed to love bead-shaped things, whether it was his natal dao weapon or a strange treasure, the appearance was almost the same.

"Here comes the sword!"

Qinglian's sword qi was blocked, Chen Ping was not in a hurry at all, the pure yang sword flipped slightly, and the Qingying was slashed towards the Yuehua Jewel.

This bead is just a high-grade Dao weapon, and as long as the Pure Yang Sword slashes its body, it can immediately hit it hard.

"Hmph, Eagle Worm Trick."

I have to say that Di Yaoxian's strength is indeed inferior to Qi Yuan, I saw that while he controlled the arch against the firebird, he also pinched the seal with ease, and the fist-sized Yuehua Orb disappeared in an instant, and its location was blurred.

Then thousands of three-inch spears erupted from the beads, their outer surface covered in frost, and with a shudder, they split into two parts.

A part of it rushed towards Qinglian Sword Qi, piercing the body of the stegosaurus at once, and hitting it with thousands of holes.

The other part struck straight towards the Pure Yang Sword, and the "Ding Dong" sound was crisp, and the sword body immediately condensed a thick layer of broken ice, unable to move a bit.

The corners of Qi Yuansanren's mouth curled, and he couldn't help but show a smile, after all, he was a monk in the middle of the Yuan Dan period, if he used the conventional magic power competition, it would be difficult for this son to beat him.